Reds In My Bed

F
There's a fat man who offers a change of scene
Dm                                                            C
Says he'll guarantee my sheet will be clean when I get on the outside
F
But who can you trust when the walls have ears
Dm                              F                              Dm
I'm for takin' a chance, like a drownin' man I'm going under

Cm       A                                      Dm         A
I've got reds in my bed, I'm not easily led to the slaughter
Dm                             A              F                   Am
And while the cold war exists, I'll stay warm with the commissars daughter

F
We could meet at the zoo where the tiger roams, in a prison of steel
Dm                                                            C
He reminds me so much of the way I feel
F
And we know that we're both in the danger zone
Dm                              F                              Dm
Where the eyes of the world, full of shutters and bugs are upon us now

Cm       A                                      Dm         A
I've got reds in my bed, I get blues looking out of my window
Dm                             A              F                   Am
And we're never alone, there's a tap on the phone and my pillow

D
Let me go home (There's a girl in a distant land)
F#              Bm
Let me go home (Who's nothing more than a memory)
D                   G
She don't know that I'm gonna get free
D
Let me go home (You're a land full of misery)
F#              Bm
Let me go home (You're a cruel and a faceless race)
D                             G
I don't like your philosophy, I don't like your philosophy

F
The connections are made and the time is right
Dm                                                            C
So my body is walled in the shell of a car in the dead of night
F
And I laugh through the pain and the agony
Dm                              F                              Dm
As they cut me away to be born again back to humanity

Cm       A                                      Dm         A
You've got reds in your bed, there's a man lookin' over your shoulder
Dm                             A              F                   Am
But don't you give him your mind, it's too late when you find that it's over you

D
Let me go home...

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